Kora & Chrome (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red clay cooling by the taxi line

Your wrist turning with a brass watch shine

Strings start plucking from a gourd carved round

Lifting my heels off the dusty ground

Motorbike resting on a kickstand low

One little grin and you let me know

Pre-Chorus

Hear that calabash catch that beat

Hot wind whistling down a crowded street

Tell me you feel where this wants to go

Chorus

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome

Tied to your shoulder, never heading back home

Wire on the wood and the flash of the street

Losing my heart to this heavy, steady beat

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome

Verse 2

Mint steam rising from a clear glass cup

Laughing so hard that we don't look up

Spokes catch the neon in a streak of white

You pull me closer to the edge of night

Ring finger tapping on the curve of your hip

Still taste the sugar on the edge of your lip

Pre-Chorus

Hear that calabash catch that beat

Hot wind whistling down a crowded street

Tell me you feel where this wants to go

Chorus

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome

Tied to your shoulder, never heading back home

Wire on the wood and the flash of the street

Losing my heart to this heavy, steady beat

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome

Bridge

We could leave the boulevard, let the engines sleep

Keep every promise that we didn't have to keep

Just twenty-one strings and your breath on my neck

Taking a turn that I didn't expect

Chorus

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome

Tied to your shoulder, never heading back home

Wire on the wood and the flash of the street

Losing my heart to this heavy, steady beat

Catch me spinning in the kora and chrome